[LPF] The Inheritance

"Well, I can surely look like an innocent young man with nothing of value. It is easy to tuck most of what I have away. Well, except for that big hammer. If we are taking a cart into town, I suppose the hammer can stay in the cart until needed." Tasanto finishes up his meal and listens to any other plans or needs.
 

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Tyrion gulps down the other steak, and puts his silvarwear on the plate. He just seems to be in a lull right now, enjoying the taste of fresh wine and listing into the plan.

He shrugs his shoulders at Tasanto and says "If that will allow the boy to be released, then I will leave most of my equipment in the cart. I'd prefer not to go in without a weapon in reach."
 

"I was just thinking of us sneaking in and out. If we can find the boy, well, then being snatched up by a demon and dragged off as food should placate the onlookers. Most would not fight a demon to keep an insignificant boy. Reading the right scroll, I can look mighty frightful for about four minutes."

"Until then, I can do my best to look like a helpless peasant. But all of us don't have to. It is just best we don't all looked like and armed force going in."
 

"I would say that we could carry a few weapons and such, but nobody should be looking like a walking armory. Mercenaries should be a common enough sight that as long as we don't look too threatening, we shouldn't attract too much attention. I agree that Damaris should help with the issue of freeing the lad; she has the a good chance of convincing them of his nonimportance, and could gain some valuable insight into the Inquisitors in the process. While she is doing that, the rest of us can be getting more information on the wall and what lies beyond it."
 

"I like the sound of that. I work on the Kid's problem and you can give a quick look around" Damaris nods finishing her meal. "In any case, I still need to learn about Benedek himself to use the truth (and a little embellishing) to help him out."
 

The dwarf applauds. "Yes! Information gathering! Stealth! Subterfuge! General sneakiness! Cavernous Hode approves. And since Cavernous Hode is a master at the art inconspicuitiness, perhaps he should accompany the singing maiden as she confronts the sinister forces of the Inquisition? Also, while aforementioned forces are distracted, Mister Dickens can be relied on to locate keys. Well, keys and snacks of an indeterminate nature. But mostly keys."
 

"A walking armory? What would that be considered?" Tyrion says, smiling slightly as he knows that he is the living example of a walking armory. "I have found that having a back up weapon is always good. I just always have a back up of my back up."
 

Molnar nods his approval of the discussion and planning taking place. He holds up two meaty fingers. "We'll be taking two wagons filled with produce and flour and other things the city needs. None of the farmers like going into the city so one of us goes for all. We sell our goods to the city who gives us a tally..." Molnar trails off when he realizes the details of the farmers' business with the city is probably not relevant. "Anyway, two wagons. I'll drive one and Katalin will drive the other." He scowls and glares over at Katalin as if that has been a point of contention between the two.

"You can ride on the wagon's seat with me if you want, Tasanto," says Katalin with a grin of triumph. It's clear her father didn't want her to go but her brother's arrest forced his hand. "Put your weapon behind the seat hidden by our goods and it should be easily enough overlooked and within your reach."

Molnar shakes his head sadly. "As for Benedek, he had been concocting reasons to go into the city for weeks. I thought he was making excuses to see a girl he had met last time. Now I'm not so sure. He was taken at the gate with a small, tin icon of the Lady of Sorrows in his possession." Molnar sighs deeply and stares at the table with a furrowed brow and obvious concern on his face. Eventually Molnar's expression hardens into one of resolve and he slaps his hands down on the table. "We've an early day tomorrow and two days travel til we reach the city. Best we make an early night of it. The women can take the loft where Katalin sleeps, the rest of us will make do down here."

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The next day Molnar and Katalin are up early and Katalin cooks a hearty breakfast for all while Molnar goes to the barn to ready the wagons in the dark of the pre-dawn. The breakfast is good and filling but Katalin and Molnar are quiet and focus mainly on the eating and serving. Soon it is time to get situated for travel and depart. Katalin seem buoyant, Molnar melancholy.

The two day ride to Sumbru is uneventful and Molnar and Katalin talk quietly with the group as if the specter of the city represses their ebullience. Indeed, the cloud cover gets thicker and hangs lower and darker the closer to the city gates lending a sinister feel to the journey. Occasionally, a shaft of golden sunlight will pierce the clouds and Molnar looks at it with a faint smile on his lips. "That's how the Lady shows us there is still hope," he mutters.

Finally the gray, battered walls of Sumbru rise and the wagons come to a halt at the end of a line of people, carts and wagons awaiting entry into the city. It is early in the day but still gloomily dark and apparently the gate has just opened. A pair of guards move around at the head of the line talking with each group before finally letting them enter or exit the city after an exchange of coin.

The line moves slowly and the animal pulling Katalin's wagon seems skittish and impatient. When the opportunity comes to move it moves too far and crowds itself up against the back of Molnar's wagon. Discomfited it pushes back and her wagon rolls back a pace or two causing the whole line to shift awkwardly as Katalin struggles to keep the animal under control.

"Hey! Watch it there!" comes a disgruntled call from a group of workmen that has just come up behind the wagons.

[sblock=OOC]Please describe where you are on/around the wagons when you post. Molnar's wagon is ahead of Katalin's; you all can be wherever you place yourselves.[/sblock]


. . . . . . . Molnar . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Katalin . . . . . . .
 

Damaris is sitting on Molnar's wagon watching awkwardly how Katalin tries to control the animals back there. "Uh-Oh" she whispers not being able to help her. She's not that good with animals... that was her sister's job after all. She gives and embarrassed smile to the guards.
 

[sblock=OOC]Cavernous Hode would be sitting with Damaris on the assumption that the two of them are going to infiltrate the prison.[/sblock]

"Cavernous Hode believes the proper phrase is 'Whoa, Nellie!' No matter, he has this under control." He drops off the cart and approaches Kaitlin's animals. "Think of carrots and hay. Carrots ... and hay," he says soothingly.

Wild empathy (1d20+2=9)
 

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